THE CAMP, Sunningdale. Oct.3/[18]88. My very dear Little Lion I thank you for your letter and am glad to hear that you are so happy. The cider-making must be one of the oldest industries in Europe. Have you asked what becomes of the refuse apples after the juice has been squeezed out of them. Grandmamma will tell you the history of the pear-trees planted all over the country where you are. Col. Yule sends you the enclosed. He has been very ill, but is better I am glad to say. We had a sharp frost last night and the ground was quite white this morning. Dickie wanted to know what it was on the ground. Also we have had some rain, but not much. Gracie always remembers the rain gauge. The blackberries here are small but good. Gracie goes on with her mathematics steadily, and we have begun to read a life of Oliver Cromwell together, which is very interesting. Remember to write and thank Col. Yule. His address is, 3 Penywern Road, S. Kensington, London S.W. and tell him about your riding and the cider and pear-trees. All send their love to you and Dickie asks when you are coming back. With best love to Grandmamma, Ever your loving father, JOS.D.HOOKER Remember me to Mr Clarke and to old Brewer.